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𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝔸 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖

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Wonders how his @vonerde wife is. Misses her dearly...

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HBD Gaia! :D @terestris

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" take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. " // for hendrikson ;u;

How many times would his mind play back the times he wasn't enough? Where his sword wouldn't reach, where his magic couldn't heal, where his protection was needed but was never present? It drove him to the ground, churned like a festering wound left unattended, and though he did his best to ignore it, to try and speak through his guilt, it would never go.

Not even in the blissful sleep he slips into within his nomadic resting grounds. A large and wide space of tents, fire and drink, warmth with protection of the many - and still, in the dead of the night. He's sweating with a furrow of brows, twisting his bear fur covers with a grunt of choked vocals. Fire, hurt his heels, his hands small and weak, reached for his mother's own - but he couldn't reach her before she was impaled.

Couldn't grab his sister before she was burnt, couldn't pull his father away from the fight before he was beheaded with flare. He couldn't stop the slaughtering of the farm animals, the horses, the dogs, the cats even --- just non-stop, and even as he was lashed at with whip and spear, he didn't wake until he was touched by her. Like the first drop of rain on ash ridden roads. It shattered his tortorous memories and did try to reach for his dagger - but was met by her hands.

The touch that grounded him without much at all, though voice made his lashes flutter in a panic before the burn of his lungs finally triggered him into inhaling and coughing through his sudden intake. Trembling with each bark until it came to an end - his shoulders rose with his deep breathes - trying to fathom just how deep he was to be so loud, enough for Gaia to be here in his tent. Staring at her with wild eyes of a man that's lost too much in his time alive - he found himself slowing his thoughts.

Watching her features and taking in the way of dress, outwear still, not one to sleep with the mortals but still a being here at his side to wake him from his own slumber? Inhaling, he cleared his throat, swallowed and rose his free hand to his face to smoother sweat aside and pinch his nose bridge for a moment. Her grip though slackened, wasn't released by his own own, that firmed up with hope for her to remain at his side. His heart was still racing. A strangeness over him as he was more to broad alone to have Locien stay at his side, this time, it was her.

The scent of the Earth did wonders, but her own scent was within it too. A calming mellowness amongst the rest. Like a flower field but one on the road, mixed with travel and river mist. "Gaia…" He started, but he doubted he had to finish, instead, he moved to bring her hand to his lips - pressing a kiss to her knuckles then palm and wrist as he rests his cheek upon her limb with a curling inward of the shoulders.

"Give me the strength to protect my people with my dying breath." He whispered prayer, one of his many usual, he never not prayed to her name, to her great natural statues of life, a grand tree, a formation of mountain - an open sea shore.

"Thank you for waking me, Gaia." Now, he spoke to her as his body cooled down and his tension subsided. Looking back over her now with some calmness in his blood, he sighed with a softened smile and guilt. "Sorry if I woke you."

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( for hendrikson ) i have never met someone quite like him. a man that makes this old heart beat a little faster whenever i catch his eyes. he's like a soft breeze on the beach; like the warming flame of a campfire; like fresh honey dripping on your tongue. whenever i am with him, i feel like myself. a person. both worshipped for what i represent & what i truly am.

i see his love for his serpentine companions and it does not compare to anything i have ever seen before. his love for the land that he walks on, as if he was blessed by the divine himself. a commanding yet gentle nature; one that i wanna see in happiness that last for an eternity. a man whose hair i want to feel between the gaps of my fingers as i hold him close to me; listening as the water rushes by. with you, i feel truly alive.

He can not stop the smile upon his lips as he listens from a distance. A sensation of gratitude and adoration blossoms tenfold as if he was the flower in her radiance. To know that, she too, saw him as he saw her, was nothing less of a wondrous victory. Blooming in emotions that he didn't need to hide or stir elsewhere but instead heightened the desire to be in her arms at present made him chuckle. Eager, he stood once more from his tent, tugging flap aside to venture for her private quarters… "Gaia." A questioning tone for once he was invited inside, he boldly took hold upon her cheek to lower his lips to their own.

A soft touch, a greeting and more. "Beautiful, through and through, my love. May I spend the night with you in my arms this night?"